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Agent Ritter.

What’s the CIA got for us today?

Lieutenant Commander.

Sun’s going down. We should get to it.

The hostage is a CIA operative.

We believe he is being held

by Syrian government forces in a nearby building.

Call sign is "Randy." We approach from the south.

We should expect eyes on us here and here.

How many Syrian troops are we talking about?

I don’t have that information.

Well, that was a good talk.

- You a comedian? Is that it? - No, no, no.

He’s just a bit of a smart-ass.

No, that’s not right. I’m the smart-ass.

Yeah, he’s, uh... he’s more of a badass.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Let’s move.

Three, two, one.

Clear!

Hostage identity confirmed.

It’s him.

Let’s move.

- What the hell is this, Ritter? - I got you, man.

These are ex-Russian military.

You said Syrian army, not Russians.

I don’t see any Russians.

Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.

Let’s move.

RPG!

- Get back! - Take cover!

Greer!

We got a man down. We need an extraction.

Priority is securing the hostage.

We rendezvous at the exfil. Let’s move!

Hang on!

Team member Russell is dead!

Move him to the exfil!

Smoke-out!

PMCs, Russian transpo.

Ritter lied.

This isn’t a safe house.

It’s a Russian arms depot.

Yeah, no shit.

Fire in the hole.

On me.

Got your back.

Ritter, explain the Russians!

They weren’t just contractors. They were Russian military.

But you knew that, didn’t you?

Confirm target.

Eagle Six. Yes, target is confirmed.

Need an air strike at grid

November Papa six seven five two niner zero.

I should’ve been fully briefed.

The Russians killed one of my men.

Well, that’s the job, sweetheart.

Yeah, bullshit.

Stand down. Do it, Senior Chief.

- Now. - What are you doing?

Attaboy!

You want to hear something romantic?

Yeah? What’s that?

This isn’t your baby.

Oh, you cold-blooded.

Listen, you gonna park your butt right over here on this couch.

Cold.

You crazy.

Uh, no, it’s all good.

I’ll go get something for you.

Okay.

Want some water?

Uh, I want some wine.

Okay, I’ll take an iced tea.

Okay, that’s better.

With some sugar.

I got you.

Yeah, they need that, but we also got to figure out

why they acting out so much.

We got to, like, help these teachers out

- in the public schools. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey. - Oh, babe, I was just about

- to bring it to you. - No, no, that’s okay.

Sister Easton was talking my ear off,

so it’s safer in here.

Yeah, that’s facts.

She got you, didn’t she?

Pam’s been telling us you got yourself

a fancy new job, right?

Well, no, he’s been offered the job.

- He hasn’t taken it yet. - Oh.

It’s, uh... it’s private security.

Good hours, good pay.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it’s a big step, retiring from the military.

- When are you due again? - Oh.

- Next month, the 17th. - Oh, next month, the 17th.

Oh, man, I remember when we had our first.

Oh, my God, you think combat keeps you up at night,

you just wait till that little joker gets hungry.

He gonna dropkick you.

It’s a girl.

A girl. Oh, now you’re in trouble.

- One of these? - Finished?

Babe, could you help me take out the garbage, please?

- Yes. - Yeah, sure.

Daddy, you said you’d play Twister!

All right, all right, just give me a second.

You remember this night?

Yeah, I remember that dress and them shoes.

I remember your hair.

I am on my way. I just got stuck in a...

Jesus, man, come on!

Where are you coming from?

Um...

I was at Happy’s with some of the boys.

Another boys’ night with your Navy SEALs?

Babe, please, don’t start.

What the...?

Baby? Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

How’s my girl?

Pregnant.

You should try it.

Oh, actually, I was talking about my other girl.

- Oh. Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

So, what, you doing good, baby?

Daddy can’t wait for you to get here.

We got your room all picked out.

Yeah, wait. What was that?

Oh. She says she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.

- Oh, God, I doubt it. - Yeah. Mm-hmm.

It’s two against one.

You know what? I surrender.

I know when I’m outnumbered.

Ugh.

Now, you know...

...how much it turns me on when you wear my socks, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

And you got ’em on.

- Mm-mm. - Mm-hmm.

John, no, I really need to go to sleep tonight.

No, I know, you... you can go to sleep.

- No. - I just... It’s gonna be quick.

- It’ll be quick. I promise. - No.

Mm, stop.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Goodbye.

And don’t stay downstairs all night listening to music.

I promise.

♪ I go my own way ♪

♪ You go your own way ♪

♪ I hope we can make a way ♪

♪ These kind of things fade away ♪

♪ I got my own... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Wasn’t on the menu but was on the plate ♪

♪ I ate it and I hate it, I ain’t like the taste ♪

♪ Nasty, all good moments up out of last week ♪

♪ Keep on coming back to harass me ♪

♪ You good lover, you good lover ♪

♪ You love like we already blood ♪

♪ They say, why do fools ♪

♪ Always chase the person who ♪

♪ Make them black and blue? ♪

♪ Break my heart, don’t cut me loose ♪

♪ When all... ♪

I’m ready.

Pam.

Pam.

Baby?

Pam.

No.

No. No.

What we know is three perps are dead

and Senior Chief Kelly is in critical condition,

isn’t likely to pull through.

Also killed was his wife.

Uh, Kelly is the third member of the Special Operations unit

to be attacked in the last 24 hours.

FBI has provided the remaining team members and their families

access to security and protective custody.

We have to be alert to the fact that

these SEALs get themselves into all worlds of trouble.

Drugs, arms, information.

And keeping that in mind, we are taking

every possible scenario into consideration.

- Yes. - Ritter!

What the hell was that

"every possible scenario" bullshit in there?

My men were not dirty, and you know it.

What is the whole story?

And don’t bullshit me, Ritter.

Today is not the day for it.

We’re looking into it.

How come both times my world has gone to shit,

you’re standing in the middle of it?

Just good luck, I guess.

I need a doctor!

Code blue!

- Check his pulse. - BP’s dropping.

- Start chest compressions. - I got you.

The baby.

Know who’s behind it?

I don’t know.

Pros.

They were pros.

The guy they found in my bedroom...

I didn’t kill him.

He was already dead when I got there.

One got away.

All I need...

...is a name.

Give me a name.

Even if I knew...

...you know I can’t do that.

Which part of "please knock" wasn’t clear?

Excuse me, Mr. Secretary.

My apologies, sir.

No need.

I would’ve been disappointed with anything less.

Special assignment to the DoD.

It’s impressive.

You even got a window.

Please.

I did some work with your uncle.

Jim Greer is one hell of an operative.

If you say so, sir.

He speaks very highly of you and your judgment.

Which is why I would like to talk to you about John Kelly.

Lieutenant Commander, in your opinion,

how far can Kelly be trusted?

You know the drill.

Chest press to 15. Let’s go.

Lieutenant Commander, come in.

Uh...

Mr. Secretary, all due respect, the director made it clear

I was to brief you and you only.

Hmm.

Take a seat.

I asked the CIA to brief me

on the situation relating to your men.

I thought you’d like to be present.

Thank you, sir.

Yuri Zelin.

Son of Nikolay Zelin, head of the FSB.

This is Yuri in Aleppo an hour before our assault.

Lieutenant Commander’s team killed him on the second floor.

Now, what he was doing there, we don’t know,

but Webb, Rowdy and Kelly all seem to have been payback.

All the men Kelly killed in his house had FSB links.

So you are actually telling me

the massacres of our men and their families

were foreign attacks on U.S. soil.

Russians.

By proxy.

None of them were connected to Russia in an official capacity.

Did you know Russia was dealing weapons

out of Aleppo when we went in?

Oh, we had a feeling.

We’re a man short.

Kelly said one of the Russians got away.

There’s three men here. Where’s the fourth?

Uh, it doesn’t matter.

The CIA’s position on this moving forward

is that the matter is closed.

What?

The director considers the score even.

She feels, uh,

it’s unnecessary to poke the bear any further.

If Sarah believes there’s not enough intel

for me to generate a response, my hands are tied.

For now.

Get your mug.

We celebrating something?

Drink.

That’s an order.

I finally understand how you felt

on that helicopter in Syria.

About Ritter.

CIA doesn’t support any further investigation

into the attacks or Pam’s murder.

Came straight from the director’s office.

They’re calling it national security.

They know it was Russian nationals, and...

Jesus.

...it’s just a file on a classified server somewhere now.

Shit.

Probably gonna go to jail for this.

But hey.

These are your toe tags.

I got ’em from Secretary Clay.

- Where’s the fourth? - Your survivor’s a ghost.

But these three were cleared by the chief of intel.

Andre Vaseliev, ex-FSB.

He’s the one who issued their passports.

Vaseliev.

He’ll know who the fourth man is.

- Anybody talk to him yet? - Nope.

He’s full-on untouchable.

Watch out there. Whoa.

What are you doing, man? Come on.

Hey. You watch out.

- Hey, you. - That your brother?

- What? What? - Blow me.

Hey. Hey.

- You got to get out of here. - Look, I-I got... I got...

- I got a jacket, too. Look. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I-I just... - Keep it moving. Keep it moving.

- I just want to show you my jacket. - No, no, no, no.

- You guys... - You got to keep it moving.

Can we trade? Can we trade jackets?

No. Back up. Back up.

I get it. I get it. I just need to go...

- No. Get back. Take a step... - Get by.

- I got to get through. - No, you don’t. No, you don’t.

- You need to go this way. - I got to go that way.

- No, you don’t. You need to step... - I-I...

- Okay, okay. All right, okay. - I told you, get back!

Okay, okay.

Okay, I just...

I just need to go...

911. What’s the nature of your emergency?

Hey, I’m dropping off somebody at Dulles Airport,

and I see a car swerving in and out of the lanes.

I pulled up next to him, and, um,

I hate to be this guy,

but I’m pretty sure he flashed a gun at me.

Dark SUV.

License plate R-T-five-six-two-nine.

Hurry up. I’m-I’m really scared.

Why does it take so much time to get rid of the police?

Don’t worry, Mr. Vaseliev. I’ll get you to the gate.

Yeah, you remember me? Huh?

Who killed my wife? Huh?

Who was the fourth guy at my house?

Give me a name.

You give me a name.

Okay.

I’ll give you a name.

John Kelly.

You are the problem, John.

You’re supposed to be dead,

so wherever you go, death will follow.

Yeah.

Yeah, I punctured your lung.

My wife Pam, she drowned in her own blood.

Now, you give me a name.

Give me a name, and I’ll make it quick.

Viktor Rykov.

He’s exiting the vehicle!

Get down! Hands where we can see ’em!

- Let us see your hands! - Get down!

- I’m military! - Turn around.

- Hands up! - Don’t shoot! I’m military!

Get your hands behind your head!

Literally hours before the Dulles attack,

an anonymous source releases classified documents

that tie the Russian government to the attacks

on our Navy SEALs here in the U.S.,

and you’re telling me that’s coincidental?

I’m saying I’d be wary about accusing

the Russian state of assassinating

U.S. service members on American soil.

We didn’t leak the Russian thing.

I mean, why would we?

We were the ones trying to cover it up.

And as a courtesy, Director Dillard thought

you might want to know how Kelly got to Vaseliev.

Lieutenant Commander Greer?

Yeah, we can’t prove it.

Although, as I recall, you were quite insistent

that she be briefed on the matter.

She did seem resourceful.

There is the obvious concern that this new development

sends the wrong message to Moscow.

The wrong message?

They hit us at home.

Now they’re paying attention.

And Kelly has a big target on his back.

Even in prison, he won’t be safe.

Some situations warrant thinking outside the box.

Has it occurred to you that John Kelly

perhaps has done something we can’t?

He shook a tree that needed shaking.

So...

...let’s see who else falls out.

You’re pretty messy right now.

In more ways than one.

No, I’m not.

I spent half my life playing that game.

I’m the one that went to hell and did their dirty work.

We served a country that didn’t love us back.

Because we believed in what it could be.

We fought for what America could be.

But they crossed a line.

They brought their war into my house.

They took my wife.

And they took my baby girl

before she got a chance to take a breath.

That contract is broken.

They’re gonna play by my rules now.

I’ll show them what a pawn can do to a king.

The files you got on those Russians,

Secretary Clay gave it to you, right?

I need you to get a message to him.

That’s impossible, John.

But I found out something.

What do you have?

No.

If he wants to know what I know,

then you got to get me out of here, and fast.

Why do you think I ended up in a prison full of Russian mob?

Think about it.

They can get to me in here.

On your feet.

Turn around and face the wall.

Now, why would I do that?

I’m taking you on a little trip.

Nah, I’m good right here.

Stand up and face the wall.

If you can’t tell me where I’m going,

I’m not moving.

- Go, go, go, go! - Move, move!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Close the door,

or I’m-a start snapping necks!

Make a hole.

Ma’am, approaching John now.

Senior Chief Kelly.

I’m United States Marshal Kevin Townsend.

I’m gonna slide a phone through your hatch.

Somebody would like to talk to you.

Drop it in.

This is John.

John, it’s me.

We’re getting you out of there.

Follow the U.S. Marshal.

You can trust him.

Unless you’re not done.

I’m done.

You know you messed up when they send a motorcade.

Buddy, they’re gonna write songs

about all the shit you messed up.

This way.

Mr. Secretary.

Senior Chief John Kelly.

John.

Have you met Sarah Dillard? She runs the CIA.

And Robert Ritter, also from the C...

I know him.

So, what have you learned?

Make our trip down here worthwhile.

Viktor Rykov.

How do you know that name?

He was the fourth gunman at my house.

He killed my wife.

Viktor Rykov is dead.

Who the hell is Viktor Rykov?

He’s classified.

Tell the man.

Viktor Anatoly Rykov.

Born in Tyumen. Parents died early.

Moved to the U.S. as a young child for a time.

Suspected Russian special forces.

Counterespionage, FSB, weapons.

His ideology was post-Soviet.

He believed the West could be brought down

by a series of strategic attacks on American soil.

He was a planner and a doer.

He had an established set of embedded agents.

That is, until we, uh...

sanctioned him.

Or thought we sanctioned him.

Tran.

Can you reassure us

that Mr. Kelly wouldn’t know Mr. Rykov

if he was standing in front of him?

Put him in a lineup, please.

Top right.

Yeah, that’s him.

If it is him, what do we do?

If Rykov is alive, we need to find him and bring him in.

We know his M.O.

We have to assume that this operation is not a one-off.

Think about it.

And, uh,

if I had to guess, he’s probably staged out of Russia.

I need to be on that team.

Thank you, John, sincerely,

but we’ll take it from here.

Lieutenant Commander, you’ll head the mission.

You’ll be making an extraction.

- I suggest you prepare a list. - No, no.

I think I’ve shown that I’m willing to go

further than anyone to get the job done.

Consider what I did in Dulles as an audition.

Sir, if this guy’s as bad as he says he is,

then you need somebody like me.

And there’s nobody like me.

I don’t think that would be optimal, sir.

It is my opinion that Senior Chief Kelly is not

in the right state of mind to be in the field right now.

With all due respect,

I think he’s perfectly suited.

He goes, too.

But after the mission, you will return

to the penitentiary as a felon.

Never jumped from a passenger jet before.

It’s modified.

You’ll jump out of the cargo door.

But backstopping an unplanned flight

over Germany to Russia takes time.

The route from Leipzig to Anchorage is already cleared.

Goes right over the DZ.

- I’ll see you guys later. - Copy that.

So, this Rykov’s hiding in Murmansk?

No bullshit, I thought this was an exercise.

We’re flying civilian?

Given the heightened tension with Russia,

it’s the cleanest plan.

And we cannot leave a trace of U.S. presence behind.

Understood?

What’s our exfil?

You should read the mission brief.

Hey, Ritter, you’re not joining us?

I’ll see you over there.

Stop.

Hmm?

Don’t do that, John.

I’m serious.

Mm. Okay.

Okay.

Okay, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Why are you such an asshole?

"I don’t think Senior Chief Kelly’s fit for the field."

Hmm?

What was that?

You don’t trust me no more?

Like I said, you’re pretty messy right now.

Before I put a bullet in Vaseliev’s head,

you know what he told me?

That death follows me around.

- He was right. - John, he was...

No, no, no, no, just hear me out.

If I hadn’t been on that mission in Aleppo,

if I would’ve pulled out one tour earlier, my wife...

...my kid, they’d still be here.

My family.

Don’t get much more death around you than that.

- John. - No, no.

You’re not responsible for any of that.

But I am.

It’s my family.

I’m gonna make it right.

After that, my life doesn’t matter.

This isn’t a revenge mission.

This is an extraction.

We are going to bring him to justice.

Tell me that’s gonna be enough for you.

I’m done making promises that I can’t keep.

This is the captain.

30 minutes to HALO jump.

Prepare for drop.

Let’s go, boys.

What’d you dream about?

You.

Check your equipment!

Two minutes to drop, fellas.

Stand by. Stand by.

This is Russian Air Force,

armed, S-U-five-seven.

You have been intercepted.

- Acknowledge. - Abort, abort!

Abort! Abort the jump!

This is Transatlantic 104.

We are en route from Leipzig/Halle

to Anchorage with clearance.

Divert immediately

to Murmansk Airdrome, ULM.

Stay low, stay low, st-stay low, stay low, stay low!

He got a good look inside.

If you do not, your intentions

will be considered hostile to Russian Federation.

You will be shot down.

This is Transatlantic 104.

You are garbled and unreadable.

Can you repeat?

Missile launch. Missile launch.

Right, two o’clock.

Evasive maneuvers! Evasive maneuvers!

Brace, brace, brace!

Brace!

Can you put her down?

We’re going for a swim.

Get back and take a seat and brace for hard impact.

Sit down! Sit down!

Strap in! Brace for impact!

Is everybody good?!

- We’re good. - We’re good!

- Go! Move! I got it! - We got to move now!

- Everybody, get out! - Let’s go!

- Evacuate now! - No, I got to get...

I got to get the gear. We got to get the rest.

Go! Leave it! Leave it!

- Let’s go, boys! - Come on!

There’s no mission without the gear!

- Come on, let’s go! - There’s no mission...

Get out. Get out.

I got to get the gear.

We got to move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going? Where you going?

I got to get the gear.

You can’t go back there.

I got to get the Zodiac.

Kelly!

John! John!

Get him up to the surface!

All right, we got you.

We got you, we got you, we got you.

- Grab the gear. - Come on.

- Come on. - Grab the gear.

We got the Zodiac. Hold on to it.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, you did it.

You did it, homey. You did it. Come on.

Hey, they’re pulling us out, right?

Not until the mission’s over.

Well, I figured, since we just exploded in the sky...

Bet everyone thinks we’re dead.

Well, that’s the one thing we got going for us.

Ricardo.

That’s my real name.

If we’re gonna die together,

may as well drop the code names, right?

Franklin.

Seymour.

Hey, don’t say shit, all right?

Karen.

John.

Isn’t this nice?

Mm. Still not adding up.

What if us getting shot down wasn’t an accident?

It’s really hard to forget about

that last mission we went on with Ritter.

You were in the briefing. You heard what they said.

Ritter was the one who said Rykov was dead.

He was also the one who stopped the investigation

into my wife’s murder. Isn’t that right?

So now he’s the only asshole,

the only one that wasn’t on the plane.

Give me a reason.

What reason would he possibly have to sack the mission?

Don’t know.

But either way, I’m going to get some answers.

You tracking me?

According to senior Kremlin officials,

the Airbus was not a Transatlantic Airlines flight...

But a spy aircraft operated by the American CIA.

One official stated that the fake manifest...

Hey, turn around. Slowly! Slowly!

Hands up. Hands up.

I’ll stitch you up.

- Search it. - Sit down.

- Sit down. Sit down. Down. - Search it.

What’s happening here, Greer?

Quiet!

- What’s the money for, Ritter? - Listen, why don’t we just

put the guns down and we can talk about

what the hell is going on here!

Why don’t you tell us what our real mission is?

You know what my mission is, man.

Now, why weren’t you on the plane?

How did they know where to find us?

- Russian airspace... - Bullshit!

Same thing happened in Aleppo.

What’s the real mission?

Talk.

I’m trying to get Rykov!

Ask him. Ask him.

Speak.

He offer us money

to help capture target in apartment building,

get him to U.S. base in Finland.

We thought you were dead! We had to finish.

- The threat of more attacks is real. - Stay down!

We need to get Rykov.

We said no, we cannot help, okay?

We’re advance only. We have families.

He’s telling the truth!

You want Rykov? I can get you to him.

That’s what you want, isn’t it?

Easy! Easy!

Get right here. You think it’s a game?!

Huh?

Hmm?

I didn’t sell you out.

You’re out of your goddamn mind!

Home sweet home.

Target is in the kitchen.

He’s sitting at a table drinking.

- Is he alone? - Two bodyguards.

I’m just looking.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

John, what do you see?

Damn it, John!

Damn it, John, open the door.

Open the door.

John.

- Get the fucking door open. - Get the crowbar.

John Kelly.

Good to see you again.

My wife’s name was Pam.

And you’re gonna say it before you die.

I didn’t kill your wife.

A decision did.

Pawns, John, both of us.

We’re just pawns serving the same king.

Do you know I’m in the CIA, John?

Did they tell you that?

We wanted you here.

You or anyone like you.

What did they tell you, that you were here

to prevent an upcoming attack?

There are no other ops, John.

You and me being here...

is the op.

We fancy ourselves true patriots.

We accept the possibility of our death.

Both of us.

Our lives offered willingly for the highest cause.

Yeah?

What cause is that?

America, John.

All we have to do is die.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Let-let’s just... let’s just talk about things.

Let’s just talk for a little bit longer, okay?

Those behind us in Washington...

are not the only true patriots.

Everybody all right?

Let’s go! Let’s get out!

We have to move!

He wanted us here. He was waiting for us.

Shit!

Sniper!

- Hey, Dallas is down! - Dallas!

- Who’s got eyes on it? - Dallas is down!

Where’s it coming from?

Dallas, where are you hit?

- Dallas is hit. - In my stomach.

Dallas, can you move?

I can’t.

Talk to me, Dallas. You’re all right, man.

We’re gonna get you out of there.

- Where is he at? - Hey!

Kelly, it’s from your six!

I can’t see him!

Thunder, lay down some fire!

Kelly, it’s from your six.

Help me.

Hey, hey, I won’t leave you here.

It’s not naptime.

Cover me, cover me, cover me, cover me.

Move.

Coming back to you. Crossing, crossing, crossing!

Dallas, hang in there, buddy!

- Third floor, second window! - Third floor, second window!

- Lay down some cover! - I’m pinned down! Cover fire!

You’re covered! Get him! Go, go, go!

Come on.

Second sniper!

There’s a second sniper!

12 o’clock!

Get him out of there!

Get me out of here!

Goddamn it.

Shit!

Hey.

Ritter, this in the brief?

- We need an out. - Thunder’s down!

There’s a sniper covering the entry point!

We need to find another way!

You still in the fight, Thunder?

Still in the game, ma’am. I got our six.

All right.

I’m screening the situation.

Hatchet, Kelly, cover me.

- Got you. - Moving. - Moving.

Covering fire!

We got to frag that sniper.

Cease fire.

Cease fire.

They just killed two police officers.

Shit.

’Cause it looks like we did it.

The dead Russians in my house.

They wanted us to find ’em.

They wanted us to find a dead Russian soldier

on American soil.

And if we die here, then they’ll find a bunch

of dead American soldiers on Russian soil, too.

And if we kill a couple cops

on the way out of here, even better.

Jesus.

Everything...

the assassination of the team,

my house, this op...

it was a setup from the beginning.

They’re trying to start a war.

Like Rykov said,

now all we got to do is die.

Yeah, we’re not gonna do that.

All right.

We got to take out this sniper in the hallway.

I need you to buy us an exit.

Tracking.

- Moving. - Thunder, pass me your pack.

- Moving! - Laying down cover!

Stay in it. Stay in it, fellas.

All right.

I got him. I got him.

All clear!

All right. Let’s move. Let’s move.

Hold tight! We’re making a way!

Push, push, push!

My gun jammed.

Nice.

All right.

Time to go!

Time to go, time to go, time to go!

Get out of here! Go!

All right, come here.

Almost there.

Last man!

Lobby, lobby, lobby!

- Come on! - Dallas, let’s go.

Yeah, you almost there.

To the right.

Set him down, set him down, set him down.

Cover the exits!

Watch my six.

All right, man.

All right.

Hey, man.

You got kids?

What?

Kids.

Yeah. Yeah.

Anything you want me to tell ’em?

Tell ’em, um,

I love them.

Sure.

Tell ’em...

Tell ’em...

I got a plan.

I’m gonna get up to the roof and clear a path for you guys.

We’re not leaving you behind.

We can’t leave anybody behind.

If we leave a trace, they’re going to get their war.

You got to get the team out of here.

To them, I’m not a soldier.

I’m a felon.

I can die here.

Tracking?

Hmm?

Keep moving. Keep moving.

Come on, Kelly.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Can you walk? Can you walk?

The others went ahead.

You guys heard what Rykov said, right?

He said it started in D.C.

I thought I was a pawn hunting a king.

Rykov wasn’t a king.

He was just me on the other side.

Pawns could never kill a king.

All I’ve got to go back to is jail.

There’s a duffel bag of money below deck.

It’s yours.

But you never made it out alive.

You died in Murmansk.

With you as a ghost,

maybe we can find out who’s behind this.

I was wrong about you.

...minister has accused the U.S.

of an attack on a civilian building in Murmansk

which resulted in multiple casualties.

The White House denies any connection.

In response, the U.S. has accused Russia

of trying to shift blame for the downed commercial flight

over the Barents Sea.

Each country has yet to prove its claims,

but the fact remains

relations between the two nations

haven’t been this strained since the Cold War.

There are also concerns about

how an escalation in tensions could affect the economy.

A U.S. trade representative has stated that...

Mr. Secretary.

John.

Greer told me you were dead.

I’m sorry to sneak up on you like this,

but I had to go ghost.

It was the only way I could get you that information.

Wh-What information?

About the mission.

We weren’t supposed to make it out of there alive.

Sir, this was a CIA op.

They ran it out of D.C. the entire time.

They’re trying to heat up tension with Russia.

You’re not suggesting Dillard?

I’ve known Sarah for years.

I don’t always agree with her methods,

but she’s nothing if not a patriot.

I know she doesn’t seem like the type of person

that would put an operative in an explosive vest,

have him blow himself up.

Well, that’s exactly my point.

Thing is, Greer left that part out of the report.

And when I said that just now, you...

you didn’t seem a bit surprised.

Well, nothing surprises me anymore, John.

There he goes.

I don’t know what you think you’re doing, sailor.

Helpless, huh?

You sent me all over this world,

put my life on the line because I believed that we were

on the right side of things.

That our way would keep people like you in check.

Pull over, John.

- You’re confused. - So you’re gonna tell me why.

Why my family?

My wife?

My daughter?

Why kill my team?

Rykov was all in,

so I’d like a little bit of what you sold him.

You are making a mistake.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Know where we driving?

You got a farm out in West Virginia, right?

Your daughter should be home from college.

Wesleyan. That’s a good school.

Your wife.

Your son, too.

So I suggest you start talking.

Because if you don’t,

I’m gonna make you watch me kill your whole damn family.

I never met Rykov in my life.

I’m listening.

You know who won World War II?

It wasn’t the generals or the admirals.

It was the economists.

More tanks, planes, ships.

And all that spending lifted

this entire nation out of poverty.

Freed the world from tyranny.

A big country needs big enemies.

The best enemy we ever had was the Soviet Union.

Our fear of them unified our people.

Gave us purpose.

The problem today, John,

is half this country thinks the other half is its enemy

because they have no one else to fight.

So...

we gave them a real enemy.

One with the power to threaten their lives,

their freedoms.

Freedoms you take for granted.

And it works, John. It works.

You just wouldn’t die.

You had no right to take so much from us.

No, I did. I swore an oath.

Me, too.

To my wife.

Her name was Pam.

And you’re gonna say it before you die.

Uh, what...

You’re gonna say her name.

Get me out of here!

Say her name.

Get me out of here!

Say it!

Pam!

Pam!

Pam!

Pam...

There is a heaven.

Mm, is this it?

No, baby, it’s not.

What about you?

Are you in heaven?

I’m with you.

Not always.

No, not always.

But now.

Pam, I miss you.

I know.

It’s okay.

"And lead us not into temptation,

"but deliver us from evil.

"For thine is the kingdom

"and the power and the glory

"forever and ever.

Amen."

Although the precise nature

of the action remains classified,

it apparently cost the life

of Secretary of Defense Thomas Clay,

who was found dead in the Potomac River last week

in an apparent suicide.

Emerging reports suggest

he was involved in a potentially treason...

Hey. I was listening to that.

Lot less people than I thought.

We gave them a real enemy.

One with the power to threaten their lives,

their freedoms.

Freedoms you take for granted.

And it works, John. It works.

You just wouldn’t die.

I need a favor.

Vaseliev did say that none of this would be over

until John Kelly was dead.

Here’s your new legend,

courtesy of your little friend Ritter.

"John Clark."

That’s real creative.

Yeah, well, the CIA isn’t exactly known for that.

That’s fair.

What are you gonna do, John?

Disappear.

And I know you’re dead and all now,

but don’t be a stranger.

Yes, ma’am.

Director.

Congratulations on the promotion, by the way.

Thank you.

Got to say I was surprised when you, uh, came back to D.C.

I’ve been thinking about what happened.

About how it could happen again.

So I put together some thoughts.

A multinational counterterrorist team,

made up of U.S., U.K., hand-selected NATO personnel,

with the full support of their national intelligence services.

And who’s gonna run that kind of thing?

I will.

I want to present it to the president.

Do you, now?

Calling it Rainbow.

Why is that?

It’s personal.

Hey, John.

It’s good to have you back.

It’s good to be back.